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Without You

Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D

So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)

20. My Side

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“Laurent, I swear, it's not what it looks like,” I insisted, pushing Edward away.

Laurent looked away from me, straight at Edward. “What is it, then?” he said, his voice low.

“I was just telling her how beautiful she looked. Have you done that lately?” snarled Edward.

“I've been doing it much more than you have,” snapped Laurent.

“Guys, stop it!” I exclaimed. “Just stop! We've talked about this before, and both of you know what I've decided.”

Edward looked at his feet and sighed heavily. “I'm sorry, Bella. I just...” His voice cracked, which shocked me. I didn't know that his voice could be anything other than perfect.

I shot Laurent a warning glance before turning back to Edward. I cupped his face in my hands. “Edward Cullen, I need you to move on, okay? I love you, Edward, and I always will... but you and I are never, ever going to be.”

He looked right back at me. We were silent for what seemed like forever. Finally, he said, “If you feel that way, Bella, I suppose I cannot stop you.” He strode out the front door.

I didn't turn around. I knew Laurent was standing there. I felt the tears pool in my eyes, just moments from spilling over.

I knew what I did was right. Laurent would never leave me, never hurt me like Edward did. Laurent was the one who put all the little pieces of my heart back together, and I loved him for it. He was always there to comfort me, no matter what was happening. I could trust him with anything, and I knew that he was the one for me.

He was the one who saved me from Victoria that first time. He was the one who took me to Spain in the first place. He even squished spiders for me...

“Bella?” murmured Laurent. “Are you okay?”

I turned and looked at him. I managed a tiny smile. “I love you, Laurent.”

The look on his face was priceless. His eyes lit up, and his smile beamed. He held out his arms, and I crossed the distance between us. He embraced me tightly.

“I love you, Bella,” he whispered. He kissed the top of my head. “And you really do look beautiful.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

Seconds later, Alice burst into the room.

“They're close, very close!” she exclaimed. Soon, the room was filled with the vampires on our side. “We need Bella out of here... now.”

Laurent lifted me off of my feet and ran me to the bedroom. He tossed a bag at me, and then started helping me pack.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Laurent shook his head. “I honestly do not know, ma belle,” he admitted.

My hands were shaking, and finally Laurent told me to go downstairs and wait for him there. Jasper, Emmett, and Edward, who had chosen to stay, were almost bouncing with anticipation.

“Who is coming?” I asked as soon as I got to the foot of the stairs.

Alice was walking right towards me, but had to stop. She was rocked by a vision that lasted several seconds. When she was coherent, she was visibly shaken.

“Irina is with her!” yelled Alice.

Carmen froze. “Irina,” she whispered. “Not Irina...”

Alice was at her side instantly, whispering comforting words that I could not hear.

Edward stormed into the room. “It's too late!” he growled. “Get Bella away from here.”

I felt Laurent behind me, taking hold of my arm. He stopped right when he touched it, though.

“Too late,” he repeated.

As soon as he said it, the front doors flew open... and there she was. Victoria, the woman who had plagued my nightmares and made me leave my home. Her red hair was wild, terrifying, and she looked straight at me. The grin, the absolutely evil grin on her face was bone chilling.

“Bella,” she said, my name practically dripping out of her mouth.

The Cullens flew into action. Before they could catch her, however, the room was filled with others... others who were completely focused on finding me. Laurent pushed me behind him and told me to stay where I was.

Almost instantly, Edward was beside Laurent.

“Newborns!” shouted Jasper. “Don't let them get behind you!”

The massive entryway was filled with newborn vampires. I could pick out the Cullens individually, and Carmen and Eleazar were very easy to spot. It was like they were engaged in a very intricate dance. Carmen would move one way, and Eleazar would move exactly in-sync. They were ripping newborn after newborn limb from limb... it was nauseating.

Alice was flitting around, just destroying whatever was in her way. I knew that if I were a newborn, I wouldn't want to be in Alice's path. She almost floated, she was so graceful. It didn't look like she was fighting.

Jasper, on the other hand, did look like he was fighting. It was like he was some kind of machine. No matter how many went after him, he always came out victorious. The triumph on his face would have been almost entertaining if it weren't for the fact that it was a life threatening situation.

Carlisle and Esme worked silently, sneaking up on their victims until it was too late. Carlisle looked disappointed, though, and I knew it was a hard thing for him to do.

“Laurent!” shouted Irina. “I hate you! You stupid, lying scum!” She was trying to force her way up the stairs, but Emmett was in her way. Whenever she got close enough, Emmett would make her step backwards.

“What is this about?” he yelled back. “Il n'était pas sérieux! It was not serious!”

“I loved you!” she screeched.

“It was a meaningless fling!” replied Laurent sharply.

She screamed, and the sound was enough to make me grab my ears. It was high-pitched, inhuman... Someone was killing her, and it wasn't Emmett.

Behind her, I could just make out the shock of red hair... Victoria, with one of Irina's arms in her grasp. She threw it across the room, while Irina writhed in pain.

“No! No, no, no, no, no!” cried Carmen.

“She was getting emotional, and we don't need that,” said Victoria

“Go, Laurent!” commanded Edward. “Take Bella and go.”

The last thing I saw in the room were the scattered limbs and torsos of the vampires who had come to battle with us. I was thrown over Laurent's shoulder.

“Where are we going?” I gasped.

“Away,” he answered. “Far away from here.”

Parked in back were so many sports cars, I wouldn't have been surprised to see price tags stuck onto all of the windows. Laurent chose one, practically threw me into the car, hopped into the driver's seat, and stepped on the gas.

My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn't sit still, I couldn't breathe...

“Bella, calm down,” said Laurent, his voice oddly strained. “Just stay calm.”

I shook my head. “No! No, no, this is all my fault,” I breathed. “I can't.” My chest heaved up and down, and Laurent took my hand in his.

“Calm,” he repeated. He seemed to be convincing himself as well.

However, when a beeping from the dash alerted Laurent of the amount of fuel in the gas tank, Laurent pounded the steering wheel.

“Damn!” he yelled. He pulled over on the side of the twisting road.

When he opened my door, he was no longer wearing his suit jacket. “It will be cold,” he said, slipping it over my arms. My dress certainly wasn't the warmest thing on the planet.

Moments later, I was on his back, and he was running as fast as he possibly could.

“Laurent... about Irina,” I started.

“No, Bella. Don't worry about her. That is my burden,” he murmured.

I nodded and put my head on his shoulder. It could have been seconds, minutes, or even hours before Laurent spoke again... and it wasn't a good thing.

“No!” he shouted. He stopped running, placed me on the ground, and dropped to a defensive stance. There were trees all around us, and we were in the only clearing I could see.

“Laurent,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

A loud, terrifying giggle came from the trees. Laurent shifted his stance just as Victoria stepped from the trees. She was pushing her hair out of her face, and glaring at me with what could only be described as pure loathing.

“Oh, Laurent,” she said, still looking at me. “I thought you were on my side for the longest time.” She laughed again, this time a harsh sound. “Silly me. But you won't be bothering me now, dear Laurent. Nor will your little pet.”

Laurent growled and charged at her. She fell back and snarled. They circled each other, But Laurent made sure Victoria never got close to me. When she attacked, he feinted. She was the one who ended up doing all the attacking, while Laurent spent much less energy and focus blocking her attacks. It left him more time to focus on his attack...

She would go for what she thought was a weak spot, but Laurent would be there, ready to defend me. She was getting more irritated, more desperate as the fight wore on.

“You were on my side!” she shrieked.

“And then I realized what a psychotic woman you were,” he retorted, each of his syllables short.

It was like they were walking on air. Each motion was so perfectly executed, that I was certain both of them had experience in fighting. Some things were happening to fast for me to grasp. At some moments, Laurent would have the upper hand, and sometimes Victoria would. They were almost evenly matched, and it was absolutely horrifying to watch.

Victoria would let out a quick laugh every once in a while, and it made me want to throw up. She was so evil, so horrid, it was hard just to look at her. I couldn't peel my eyes away, though. It was fascinating and amazing frightening at the same time.

After what seemed like days, he let Victoria break through his defenses. She swept past him, thinking she had won. Her celebrating was cut short, though, when Laurent pulled her arm from its very socket. The sound of tearing metal permeated the air as he kept ripping at her body. Her screaming and the noise of her body being virtually disassembled made me dizzy.

I fell to my knees just as Laurent tore her head off her neck. He pulled something out of his pocket, a match book. He struck the match and then tossed it into the pile of Victoria's remains. A thick cloud of smoke started to practically pour from her body.

Laurent's shirt was ripped open, and his hair was a mess. I couldn't focus on anything but him, and how much it would have killed me if he lost.

“You-You're alive!” I gasped. I got up quickly and rushed over to him. I jumped into his outstretched arms. I kissed every inch of him I could reach.

And to my surprise, he didn't stop me. He held my waist firmly, almost enough to hurt... but I didn't care. His shirt, which was almost all the way off anyway, was out of the way in seconds, which left him standing there with just his dress pants on. I took a step back. He was standing in all his pale, shirtless, and French glory right in front of me.

Laurent chuckled. “You like what you see, yes?” he asked.

I nodded, and stepped towards him once again, making sure not to trip on the hem of my dress. It would be just like me to ruin a perfect moment with a second of clumsiness.

I kissed his collarbone, and he caught his breath. I smiled against his freezing skin. He lifted my chin with one finger and looked straight into my eyes.

“It's over. All of this is over. We don't have to run anymore, Bella. We can stay in one spot,” he mused

I nodded.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you,” I replied.

There was a look in his eyes... a look I did not understand until he dropped to one knee.

“Isabella Marie Swan,” he started. His French accent made my name sound much better than it ever has before. “Will you marry me?”